Ran the last yard job at 3am — engine never missed a beat

Nothing special, just a clean final move of the shift: twenty-one cars spotted without a single re-pull. The old SD40 felt like it knew the tracks better than I do tonight. I've been having that recurring dream about the cold engines and the missing rails again, but for the first time it didn't leave me rattled — just glad to be home, boots off, watching the yard lights go dim one by one.